Saturday, January 11, 2014

NIGHT & DAY

For years my life was
marked/measured by the days, their events and circumstances, by work or by
play, and by the emotional and mental conditions of the day.But recently a strange transition seems
to be occurring; the days are taking on an increasing sameness, while the
nights are becoming unique.How
many times will I wake up because my shoulders hurt or I have to pee?Will one of the dogs have to go
out?Will Patience poke me
and tell me to roll over because I’m snoring?Sometimes I wake up on my own and find that I am wide-awake
at 3 A.M.I may eventually fall
back to sleep, or get up and go into my study and read or listen to music.Or it might be a dream, one of the occasional
profound dreams from which I awake, and then return to that intermediate state
between awakeness and sleep, not knowing if I am consciously continuing the
dream or not.

While the days are becoming predictable and, for the most part, under my
control, the nights are just the opposite, and I approach them wondering what
they have in store for me.